Dreams of yesterday Faded like footprints on the sand Stagnant goals A disease that has no end A soul struggling to carry on The grim reaper looks for me Eager to pass its final judgement Hoping to carry me to death's pit I want to ran in despair Yet it fills me with fear and sadness Without strength I try to fight I do what I can to carry on All I can do is wait for a sign of life Hoping it fills the void in me Filling the emptiness which overwhelms my soul I feel as if I am facing the abyss Anticipating my final moment I watch my life as it plays That old horror movie which does not let go Do not dare to sob Do not dare shed a tear I am but the one you have forgotten Do not dare try to remember me A struggling soul who tried so hard Yet all you could do was tear it apart ~Sofia E. Falcone~

This is poetry dear Sofia. You make the reader believe every word.
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Thank you for your kind words!
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You are welcome, dear Sofia.
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